Hu Qiu's words immediately caught our attention, and the fat man quickly asked, "Xiao Qiu, did you see something? Why are these devils so unsophisticated?"
Hu Qiu glanced at me and asked: "Jiuyang, have you noticed that these Japanese people all have tattoos on their bodies?"
I nodded, "I did see tattoos on these little devils just now, but isn't this the culture of the little devils? Is there any other explanation?"
"Smart, although the Japanese have a tattoo culture, not all of them are like this. This is very particular." Hu Qiu said with a smile.
"Say it quickly!"
Hu Qiu's words immediately piqued our interest and we quickly pricked up our ears to listen.
Hu Qiu nodded, "Although Japan does have a culture of tattoos, it was in the past. Traditionally, Japanese tattoos were used to display social status and symbolize spirituality. This is why Japan's tattoo culture flourished.
It was very popular for a while, but today, this culture is no longer popular. Most Japanese are no longer keen on tattoos, especially young people, who are even disgusted with this kind of behavior. Therefore, most people who still retain this culture still retain this culture.
Some of them also belong to the older generation of Japanese or Japanese gangs."
"You mean these people are Japanese gangs?" the fat man asked.
"If only things were that simple!" Hu Qiu said with a frown.
"Have you noticed what the tattoos on these people look like?"
Fatty and I shook our heads at the same time. We were too busy watching these little devils dance just now. How could we have time to pay attention to what they had tattooed on their bodies?
"It seems that you didn't pay attention. This is exactly what I want to say, because I saw a chrysanthemum-flower tattoo on the person just now. You know what it means to see a chrysanthemum-flower tattoo on a Japanese person's life.
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The fat man and I looked at each other and shook our heads at the same time. We really didn’t understand these things at all.
Hu Qiu continued: "There are dozens or hundreds of tattoo totems in Japan, but chrysanthemum tattoos can only be used by members of the Japanese royal family."
"Isn't it Sakura?" Fatty interrupted,
Seeing Hu Qiu shaking his head, my expression became serious little by little.
"You mean those people just now are members of the Japanese royal family?" I asked.
Hu Qiu shook his head gently, "I have observed that of the five Japanese people just now, only one had chrysanthemum tattoos on his body, and the other four people all had other patterns tattooed on them, so only one of the five people had tattoos on them.
One person belongs to the Japanese royal family, the one who uses the shikigami, and the other few people should belong to the Japanese gangs or other organizations."
After saying this, Hu Qiu fell silent and left us the time to think.
It has to be said that after being reminded by Hu Qiu, the nature of this matter suddenly became a little different.
The more I thought about it, the more I felt that there was indeed something strange about these Japanese people. The team was led by a member of the Japanese royal family, carrying guns and weapons. The most important thing was that this person turned out to be an Onmyoji.
"Xiao Qiu, what do you think they want to do?" I asked Hu Qiu.
Hu Qiu shook his head, "I don't know about this. Our country has always been the biggest imaginary enemy of the little devils, and it is also the place where their ambitions expanded and shattered. Even after the failure of the war of aggression, the little devils' ambitions have never disappeared, because
Their land area is really too small, coupled with natural disasters such as volcanoes, earthquakes, and tsunamis, these little devils have trouble sleeping and eating, so what they desire most is to have a vast territory, and our land is the best choice.
It can be said that the Japs have never given up on re-invading this land, so they have sent countless spies over the years to operate in our land and engage in various secret missions."
"Damn, these little devils deserve to die!" the fat man said through gritted teeth.
"This kind of power is permeable, and it may one day bring serious disasters to our country. Just like the last war of aggression, they had already figured out the conditions on this land before they launched a large-scale invasion.
Everything, so they are confident." Hu Qiu said worriedly.
I glanced at Hu Qiu in surprise. I didn't expect that a girl like her would have such a thorough understanding of history. What's even more rare is that she has a patriotism that is no less than ours.
At this time, an old voice sounded from behind us, "The little girl said it well. I admire the old man."
We looked back and saw an acquaintance standing behind us. It was the old man named Wan who had come from Macau before. Based on the previous conversation between him and Nan, this old man should be an owner of a casino in Macau.
Although Macau is a small place, there are indeed many rich people.
"Old sir, why are you eavesdropping on our conversation?" the fat man said somewhat unhappily.
Old Man Wan chuckled, "Hey, little brother, don't get me wrong, I just happened to be passing by."
The fat man curled his lips and said no more, but his eyes clearly showed disbelief.
Old man Wan quickly looked away from the fat man and then looked at Hu Qiu.
"Little girl, can the old man ask you a question?"
Hu Qiu smiled slightly and said, "Sir, please speak."
Old man Wan pondered slightly, "Old man, I'm very curious, how did you tell that the ginseng you had before has no medicinal power?"
Hu Qiu smiled slightly, "Old sir, to be honest, I am naturally sensitive to medicinal herbs, and I have studied systematic Chinese medicine, so it is not difficult to distinguish."
Old Man Wan's eyes lit up, "Is there such a thing? Is it born like this?"
Hu Qiu could only smile and nod.
Old man Wan suddenly showed a look of surprise: "In this case, I would like to ask the girl to do me a favor. I wonder if the girl has time?"
"Old sir, please tell me something first. I'll see if you have the ability." Hu Qiu said.
Mr. Wan nodded, and then continued: "There will be an auction in the Imperial City in a while. I want to buy a few medicinal plants, but I am afraid that I will miss it. I wonder if the little girl can help me with my eyes?" Wan
The old man said.
"Auction?"
Hu Qiu and I looked at each other and couldn't help but think of Peter from Sakura Bank. He also told me about the auction. I didn't know if they were talking about the same event. Thinking of this, I quickly asked:
"Old sir, is this auction you are talking about an underground auction?"
Old Man Wan was slightly startled, "You also know?"
I smiled slightly. I didn't expect such a coincidence. It's just that there was an auction in the imperial capital. Where did the boss of Macau smell it?
What I didn't expect even more was that the appearance of this old man named Wan would make the truth about my father's persecution come to light little by little.